Hollywood Drawing

Will Smith was obviously very happy, and probably smoked something to add to the fun.

"Hey, bro, come on, don't sit there, the **** work is over, come and party!"

"No, those things don't suit me. Go play. I'm used to sitting here and watching." Wayne ignored his invitation, and even the two girls he brought didn't fit his aesthetic.

He didn't understand why these African Americans were all looking for perverted big buttocks. These two black girls were like this, their huge lower body was unacceptably wide, but their faces were flat noses and thick lips.

"Okay, as long as you're happy." Will Smith sat opposite him with his arms around the two girls, his upper body shaking with the music while drinking. "I came here to thank you, you gave me the chance to be the first male lead, and it was an African-American male lead. I am also in the entertainment industry, I understand what this means?

thank you! Director Greenberg! If there is another chance, I hope to work with you again, although you are boring, but you are a good person. "

Wayne raised the bottle and touched him, taking a sip. "Will, these are all up to your own efforts. You are very talented in acting. I believe you will achieve more than singing!"

"Really? It's a pity that there are too few roles suitable for 'us'."

That's right, Hollywood is a group of characters that only have those characters. There are fewer main characters. It can be said that the introversion is very intense. Don't look at it as if a group of black buddies are very united. In fact, everyone knows what they are like. Until the emergence of Black Lives Matter, the situation will be a little better, just a little bit.

But some people are different. There will be some people who are favored by God in each group. Now it is Denzel Washington, but he is taking the acting route, and he has become a representative of black movie stars step by step.

After Denzel Washington, the most successful African American group is Will Smith.

Will Smith is definitely the kind of African-American with brains, and he is still very smart. There are many reasons for his success, including black skin and white heart, but the biggest reason is his audience relationship, his kind of audience relationship that can cross races.

From the 1990s to the 21st century, there are several superstars who can monoclonal antibody at the box office, and he is called Shi Huang among the fans of later generations.

"Will, the social environment is constantly changing. Someone has to become a Hollywood superstar, and maybe you will be the next Hollywood superstar."

Will Smith listened to his words, shook his head and walked into the dance floor with two black girls in his arms. He took these words as a joke. Maybe, the director, just started drinking too much?

"Ha, now the superstars of the Hollywood era are going to have a rave. Superstars always need exciting lives! Just stay in the corner and meditate, workaholic."

Seeing that his whole body was like an electric shock, he was teasing himself with rap rhythm, and walked into the dance floor to revel. At this moment, Wayne felt that they were living a drunken Hollywood life, and he was just a bystander.

"You seem to be very optimistic about my compatriot." Harry-Berry kept staring at Will Smith until the other party disappeared into the crowd. "Is there anything special about him? Does it mean that Hollywood superstars have to be attractive?"

"No, Harry. I'm also very optimistic about you, you will become the Oscar winner in the future!" Affected by the noisy environment around him, Wayne seriously began to pretend to be a magician. "What the great Greenberg said, it will come true, his eyes see through the future!"

But the more serious he is, the more comical and unreal he is.

Harry-Berry rolled his eyes at him without hesitation, holding up the beer, it was half a bottle, she was too lazy to pay attention to this magic stick, and listened to his serious face, she might as well focus on it. on alcohol.

"Hey, aren't you going to find your blond?"

Wayne followed her bottle and saw that Naomi Watts was not far away, dancing with Nina holding the bottle. The two women followed the crazy music, releasing their youthful energy.

"She and I are just good friends." Staring at Naomi's **** figure under her short skirt, Wayne's tone was flat, but his eyes never took his eyes off those long legs.

This is the second time that Halle Berry rolled her eyes in a short period of time. She couldn't help it, and she couldn't understand what type of personality this man was.

Usually, he is serious like an old man, but when he opens his eyes and talks nonsense, even if no one believes what he says, he will never feel a little bit embarrassed. He is definitely Hollywood-level thick-skinned.

"We should go, Harry."

Wayne drank his beer in one gulp, pulled Halle Berry to push through the crowd, and walked to the door of the bar amid the frenzied music.

"Sergey, have you been drinking?"

Just when the two of them walked out of the studio, Sergey also squeezed out. He hadn't seen him just now, and Wayne thought he was going to party.

"No, I just ate something." He shook the car key in his hand. "Boss, standing in front of you is a soldier, a soldier on a mission."

"It's a retired American soldier. Let's go to Harry's apartment and help her with her luggage."

It's like a joke, American soldiers don't drink alcohol on missions? Or is it that Russian-American GIs don't drink? They are self-disciplined if they don't smoke leaf cigarettes!

The car drove downstairs to the apartment, and Halle Berry walked back upstairs by himself. After a while, he dragged a large suitcase and walked down.

"Gentleman, will you let the lady carry it to the car by herself?"

Sergey didn't wait for the boss to make a move, opened the trunk, took the suitcase directly, and put it in one hand.

"Crack, click!"

"Boss?" Sergey pointed to the reporter who was filming in the flower name.

"Don't worry about him, let's go back to the manor." He and Halle Berry both knew what was going on, and it was all planned.

The car is driving smoothly on Hollywood Boulevard, and there is a car behind it. Can you still see the flash in the rearview mirror?

They followed them all the way to the Greenberg Manor, and Sergey waited for them on purpose until enough footage was taken before starting the car and entering the manor.

Ignoring the suitcase in Sergey's hand, Wayne pointed to Hela and introduced to Halle Berry: "This is Hela, the housekeeper of the manor. You can communicate with her if you live here and have anything."

"Hella, this is Miss Halle-Berry, take her to choose a guest room, she will stay here for a while."

After saying that, regardless of the two of them, they walked into the balcony on the third floor alone. When he started thinking about post-production, he gave himself three days off. After three days, he would return to work immediately and get the film out as soon as possible.

Wayne has plenty of time for post-production. As long as the film is made before January, it will not delay the announcement and release plan, and it will be enough to have a preview meeting with media film critics.

For him who has gone through the post-production of a film once and has a lot of experience, this is not difficult. The post-production of this film will neither use special effects rendering nor use a lot of useless shots.

Just like in "Happy Death Day", he didn't take many shots, and all of them were shot strictly according to the planned sub-shots, and the sub-shot drafts came from comparing the finished pictures in his mind.

"God, Wayne, your house is so big." Harry-Berry walked into the third floor alone, and sighed loudly after finding Wayne on the balcony.

"Ohjesus! You can see all of Hollywood here, it's so beautiful!"

"Yes, it's beautiful. How is it, are you satisfied with the room?"

She obviously changed her clothes, as if she had taken a bath, and she could smell a faint fragrance from her body.

"Of course, I've never lived in a mansion like this." Halle Berry glanced out the window one last time, then turned to look at Wayne. "You know, it's like a dream. I had such a dream when I was a child, living in such a big house like a princess."

He also didn't distinguish whether the woman's emotions were real or fake, he just looked at her figure from top to bottom. "You will have it, and you can buy one yourself in the future."

"That's probably going to take a long, long time."

Seeing that he was looking at himself, Halle Berry puffed out his chest on purpose. He could feel this man's taste, and knew that he liked this kind of slender body with bumps, and was especially interested in long legs.

After a little guess, she understood the man's aesthetics. Look at Naomi Watts, and look at herself. Almost all of them have this figure. This is not a common western aesthetic way, and most men still prefer that bomb body shape.

"Do you want to do something?"

Harry-Berry took two steps forward, looked up at his face, and tiptoed gently.

Harry-Berry didn't lie in some words, she did have such a dream, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Live in a big house like a princess, just like now, there is a handsome prince in the dream who will bow his head and kiss her!

"Well, Harry." Wayne let go of the hand holding her and glanced down with his eyes.

Harry-Berry understood what he meant and slowly knelt to the ground.

On the first night of staying at Greenberg Manor, Halle Berry didn't return to the guest room. Her excitement was completely left on the balcony.

When Harry-Berry woke up the next morning, she found that Wayne had disappeared. She picked up her clothes in a daze, and walked downstairs in slippers.

"Good morning, Miss Berry!" Hela seemed to always show up when she needed it.

"Good morning! Where is Wayne?"

"Mr. Greenberg has returned to the farm, and he said he will be back the day after tomorrow." Hela knew that this woman had something to do with the boss, and there was nothing to hide from her in this building, but the boss introduced her name yesterday, and she knew her by herself. Won't be the mistress of this.

"Want to have breakfast?"

Harry-Berry rubbed his stomach and looked at the housekeeper with a smile. "Of course, I think I'm starving. What's there to eat?"

"I suggest you try the soup dumplings, which Mike learned specially. The fried dough sticks are also good. Mr. Greenberg likes to eat these in the morning..."

She followed Hela to the restaurant, she was obviously stunned when she heard these two dishes, and asked curiously, "Chinese food?"

"Yes, if I were you, I would try it. Mr. Greenberg likes Chinese culture. I specially asked Mike to learn a few Chinese dishes. Mike is the chef here."

Harry-Berry sat at the dining table, waiting curiously for the legendary Chinese breakfast.

"Then help me a little, I want to try it, thank you!"